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      I can't believe I haven't written about this yet, but a few nights ago I had the weirdest dream. I was playing the controller, and all I could see of myself were my thumbs. The screen took up the rest of the view, but you couldn't see a screen; it was more like Super Mario and I were in the same room. Anyway, I'm running over bridges, and they fall away once I get to the other side. He's got the raccoon tail and I'm making him fly when I don't make him jump far enough, but there are a bunch of mushrooms all over the place, and when I land on the tops they shoot me off-screen.
      Here's the weird part. When I get to the boss, there are actually three of them. One of them is Santa Claus. I can't defeat them, but I blast my way through them and actually finish the level. And the next thing I know I'm me, in the real world, inside a school; running through hallway after hallway looking for a teacher named Mr. Solomon; meanwhile the Nintendo bosses are still chasing me.
      Oh, and here's another weird dream. I'm living at our house on Blueberry with Mom and Bro, except the western wall in the living room has been torn away and there's a giant audience sitting there. The cast of Friends is there, and Monica and Phoebe are acting like a couple. Anyway, we get a call that our "baby is ready for pickup", and Mom and Bro head out; next thing I know he's knocking on the door with an armful of laundry. Then we're walking through this experi-menting room, and people are testing out all kinds of equipment on themselves.
      Actually, not as weird as I remember. I've had weirder. Like jumping off the Ptarmigan 2 porch that has no rails and flying away; and then, the next night, standing on the same porch with rails, knowing I can fly but frustrated because the rail's in my way. Breathing underwater. Changing my appearance by just thinking about it, and then losing control of the ability and not being able to stop changing my appearance; kinda like Cassie in The Reaction, I guess.
      I think the weirdest dream is the one where I'm hiding in a closet with twelve newborns, watching these furry monsters invade the house. That was weird. Or the one where I'm in a glass elevator with my husband (I don't even actually have a boyfriend yet), shooting out one baby after another, and this elevator isn't even in a building. It's outside, everyone can see me (eesh!), and it doesn't even go anywhere. It just...keeps going.
      I think if I stopped dreaming, I'd have a better chance of feeling rested in the morning.